My Life's Purpose
My moment of perfect clarity has finally arrived.
I now know exactly what I want to do with my life. I am going to study cultures and civilizations. I'm going to take a linguistics class and then I am going to study about the sociology, philosophy, and psychology of other cultures. Is that not the most interesting thing ever? I can hardly wait. I have no idea why I thought I would be happy in a scientific field. What was I thinking? I am so excited now. I can't believe that I never thought about all this stuff before. Oh, well, now I know.
This deserves a very special poem. One that I will now compose.
I walk amongst the enemy,
the cruel wind that creeps past skin
to freeze the inner heart.
My wide-open eyes drip unchecked tears
as my soul cowers like a beaten animal.
I have seen the horror of man.
My soul crushed like a flower
ripped from a garden not yet ready to bloom.
Paralyzed with fear. Patience, waiting; it will all end soon.
Monotonous days of bleak gray skies,
a million faces unseen as the inside weeps
bloody tears for a pain never forgotten.
Sun that shines through these grey skies,
so brightly blinding it tries to disguise those harsh memories
that despite all remain so clear in your mind.
The light can shine upon the darkness and hasten it away,
but always it lingers on the fringes seeking to take control,
at the slightest weakness it pounces.
Moments of utter despair that give rise to deepest depression,
the light cannot destroy what hides in the mind.
It can never be forgotten.
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